(2013)
Haiku about friends
Orange full moon with a half smile, a hanging lantern, lighting the way, through dark streets,
Time is going by fast, Trying not to live in the past, To keep priorities straight And not falter at the gate. To join the universal goal
When I grow really old I may have to do yoga Full time, to get out The aches and creaks. When I grow really old
Tonight, the wind whistles as it rushes through the atmospher… Winter’s bare limbs of swaying trees, dance in the shadows.
On a walk this morning, the rocky cliffs that reach the blue-green sea, talk of strength today.
Itchy eyes scaly feet achy joints and bad teeth hair so fine
Misty fog floating through bare trees. Cold waves of wind coarse through the woods whistling as they go
Life is but a dream, our fantasies, spill, like liquid tears that pool and vaporize into the air.
Summer is near it’s end, I regret not visiting my childhood home, near the gulf, where the sunset
Leaves falling, Another season Decorating the earth. One red leaf In my path,
Easing down the gravel road, yellow leaves spiral across, like a welcome
Red and gold leaves Falling, Sing to me Of the season of change, Before the snow,
On a walk, many Brown-Eye Susan line the border, before the woods. Rain clouds move closer as if to give a hug, while
It’s that time of year again. The sound of honking geese fills the air, as they pass in alignment, to the Deep South.
Mr. R. would talk about his deceased brother, he dreamed about him frequently; also of an eagle